Pyrrhic Victory

I wage war!
These are the words of the conjurer, the wander, the worshiper and the philosopher
Scribed by a powerful sorcerer
The armies of men alight in the fire
Soon they will seek death.

Is this victory?
Subjugated by your enemy
Forever fear me.

The flesh of my army, my valuable dead weight
Light torn from their eyes, they march without ending
I feast on their minds, they march, they march without ending.

Rip out their minds, fuck all the flesh, burn the bodies, breathe in the rest.

Pyrrhic victory
Descends upon them,
Engulfed in blackness with nothing to live for
They have chosen an empty existence
This curse can never be undone.

soulless, abstainee, denizen of darkness.

Await within the otiosity of the endless moment
You will never escape.

If their spirits were their bodies, they’d be piled high
but alas their broken spirits remain inside a husk
Such an empty existence
They will remain a sea of lifeless bodies summoned to obey.

All powerful conjurer, give to me the excess of blood, for no drop will ever go to waste and my grotesque needs will be fulfilled.

Cutting, slashing, rending, hacking and heaving this shell
For no drop will ever go to waste and my grotesque needs will be fulfilled.

Pyrrhic victory descends upon them
Engulfed in blackness with nothing to live for
They have chosen an empty existence
This curse can never be undone.